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disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.

note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.


2005.12.18 11:09 a.m.

oh hello day off. what good you are. i didn't even really sleep in. i don't want to waste my not-working time.

niki's coming home at some point today. i'd like to look at her. maybe i'll get a ladder and peek in at her while she sleeps tonight.

when's my aunt coming here? and ellen? where's ellen at?

i'm in such a good mood. sometimes i just realize how sweet things are.

the mall was surprisingly dead last night. i even left early. i was going to feel guilty about it..but then i didn't.
i mean, we were standing around wrapping our own presents in yeah, i bet it was fine.

i did end up going to the girls party at steve's friend's house last night. it was pretty fun. i had a pomtini which is the new crantini i hear. it was good. there was a bunch of food and i ate too much and had a stomach ache. in the gift exchange i almost got a bottle of wine, which would have been hot, but then steve stole it so then i have a bunch of lotion and things.
we played marry, date, or dump. but only breifly and it was only sweet when chuck norris was an option.

oh yeah, so i decided to have a crush on the hickory farms guy in the mall. i saw him once and he looked cute enough and lord knows i'm only happy when i have a crush on someone. but then i made the mistake of telling my co-worker's sister (who works with him) about how i had a crush on him. and then she told him. even though by that point i didn't have a crush on him anymore.
needless to say that awkwardness ensued when the guy came to my work to see who i was / hit on me. gugugh.
i like secret crushes when they are secrets and then they're fun.
so now i have shane's phone number. and i sure don't have a crush on him anymore. although he did used to play in a thrashcore band until his insides started to BLEED. whoa. that's so, so hardcore. and he didn't seem to get how funny that was. i mean, yeah, that must have sucked and stuff, but COME ON, that's pretty sweet.
i was being pretty rude to him and i told him that i probably wasn't going to call him. i mean, i don't even live here. but he still said i was "smokin".
i wish i could write as good as real life happens.

i think i might go to value village this afternoon. so if you get a second-hand present, quelle surprise.
seems like i would be done my shopping by now.

previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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